I Can't Stop, The Dogs Of War

He was running a little late, but when he finally made the swim over to the beach, most of his packmates were locked in a fight. The hellion's gaze swept from fight to fight, searching for an opening. Searching for an opponent to take on. But it seemed they were all locked in a fight already, and while he could jump into an already ongoing fight, he wanted one for himself. His dogs stood on either side of him, their paws itching in anticipation as they too, were ready for a fight. Growling his displeasure, he spotted Rivin there and so he walked to stand beside her, crimson gaze finding his father locked in a fight with some unnaturally colored guy. "That guy is going to get fucked up. What're you thinkin'?" He asked as his gaze strayed toward the bear that he recognized. Huh, she had gotten a lot bigger than he last remembered...

"Speech"